Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide.
Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high The tree of man was never quiet Then 'twas the Roman, now 'tis I.
Give me a land of boughs in leaf, A land of trees that stand Where trees are fallen there is grief I love no leafless land.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories